Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.